Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and [del]havin’ my mornin’ Geritol[/del] caffienatin’. YAWN 'Tis 70 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 89 for the day and the weather PTB say without a heat index. Well, brrr!
chiz gotta love those younguns and their honesty.
Thanks for the bday wishes. I shall celebrate by goin’ to irk. I’m wild like that. Really though, I’m 60. Ho Hum! I managed to survive another year.
Ok, that’s all I got. I need more caffiene and rumbly tummy wants sustenance. Then, alas and alack, purtification for irk must commence.
Happy Swampy Day!!!
All my bags are packed (This is true)
I’m ready to go (Also true)
I’m standin’ here outside your door (nope I am at work)
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye (not really)
But the dawn is breakin’ (Its actually a little after sunrise)
It’s early morn (Yes it is)
The taxi’s waitin’ He’s blowin’ his horn (Nope, still at work)
Already I’m so lonesome I could die (Nah, I got a bunch of co-irkers around)
So kiss me and smile for me (Pucker up!)
Tell me that you’ll wait for me (Please don’t, that would be creepy)
Hold me like you’ll never let me go (Even more creepy)
‘Cause I’m leavin’ on a jet plane (Yep in about 3 hours)
Don’t know when I’ll be back again (Actually its next Tuesday)
Oh babe, I hate to go (Not really, I actually can’t wait!)
Slept for 13 hours straight last night, and have mega blurf. Apparently housemate in the other room came back yesterday while I was napping, so I haven’t moved stuff. No idea how we’re gonna work this.
So kiss me and smile for me (Pucker up!) :eek: Tell me that you’ll wait for me (Please don’t, that would be creepy) I won’t wait for you, but if you get stuck in layover hell, PM me…& then you can wait for me for an impromptu mumper meetup.
Is there something going on today, a birthday or sumptin’?
**Tra la-la-la-la la-la-la-la
Happy birthday sweet sixty
Tra la-la-la-la la-la-la-la
Happy birthday sweet sixty
Today’s the day I’ve waited for
Because today’s the day you turn three score
You’ve turned into the oldest phart I’ve ever seen
Happy birthday sweet sixty
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Happy Toosday!
It’s a beautiful cool 63 degrees with a projected high of 77. The windows are open, the fan is on and it feels good.
Today is pizza day and laundry day.
Flytrap I don’t care about the accents, I just hear them. Just like I see the posters as I read them (so y’all better have your clothes on!). Of course I know most of you will look nothing like I see you.
I figured you don’t squeak - just teasing ya.
Did you keep the pants!
I don’t know why but Clintons voice is like nails on a chalkboard to me. At the time he was running I was working 3 jobs and wasn’t keeping up with much that was going on. Several of my friends were totally enamored of him, they thought he was JC himself, could walk on water and could do no wrong, as well as being handsome and sexy.
The first time I saw his face I saw every SOB low life lying cheating piece of shit man I’d ever known, my first thought was here is a man who would pimp out his own mother if the price is right. Then he opened his mouth to speak, and it sent chills up my spine, and not the good kind.
Don’t know why but I detested him from the second I saw him and I never understood how anybody could consider him to be handsome or sexy. While all my friends were hating on Monica, I couldn’t understand why they couldn’t see what a dog he is.
I remember when Hillary said he was a hard dog to keep on the porch and I thought Honey, all he needs is one slit, two snips, a few stitches and that dog ain’t going nowhere.
BooFae think maybe Miss Brahms from *Are You Being Served *
Ok Spaz from now on you will sound like one of my VW cousins.
Well, guys, you missed your chance. The house across the street is under contract. While I was weeding, the surveyors were doin’ their thang. So unless you secretly got together and bought the place, I’m guessing I’ll have new, relatively normal neighbors. Or not. We shall see.
I filled in a lot of low spots out front, pulled a lot of weeds, transplanted some black-eyed susans, and lopped off some dead or annoying branches. I’ve got the sprinkler going out there right now to soak it all down, and tomorrow, I’ll put a thick layer of mulch over the whole area.
I had breakfast and will soon be ordering pizza.
Sah-son mowed the lawn and I know he is hungry. Some time today I have to start laundry. It’s only one load so no rush to get it done.
Another Toosday, another weigh-in (down 0.6!) and another interview. NOL was excellent; I went to the local Greek coffee shop for their chicken gyro sandwich. This consists of an awesomely marinated chicken breast, lettuce, tomato, onion, and tzaziki sauce on a grilled pita. The coffee shop normally serves it with French fries and cole slaw, but I generally get it with salad and fruit cup. I’ve had the gyro with lamb, too, but I prefer it with the chicken. The specialty of the house is something called a hotchee dog, which is a hot dog with chili, cheese, mustard, and onion and served with French fries with brown gravy.
NOL was followed by a piece of peanut-butter-and-banana fudge from Georgie Lou’s candy shop. All it needed was chocolate, and it would have been perfect.
Snake has not yet told me his name. I don’t believe in rushing the naming of new pets; however, I’ve never had a reptile before, so I don’t know how the naming convention works with them. Cats will tell you their name, of course.
No pics yet, but I’ll have to remember to take & post some once he’s finished shedding. (Looks a bit messy right now.) The mouse went to meet her maker FAST! I mean, I knew a snake strike is a quick process, but literally, I blinked and missed it. I bought two mice, and the other one is hanging out in a spare small-critter-keeper with some paper to shred and a TP roll to hide in, plus water and assorted food. (Hey, just because she’s doomed to become snake food doesn’t mean she can’t have a decent life until that point.)
I had rats as pets before, and am keenly aware of how intelligent and personable they can be. I also have an enormous amount of respect for the food web, and my place in it. (Hint: humans are not at the top. Cite: ever been in the water, uncaged, around a great white shark? Yeah, there ya go.)
Potato soup was gooo-ooood. So snake and I both had a nice dinner, I guess.
I’ve moved the sprinkler and weeded and mulched one of the beds by the shed. I need to get a bag of brown mulch to do the other bed - I was using us some stuff we bought last year. The front will be mulched with rotting leaves that we dumped out back.
It’s mid-70s with a nice breeze - I’m lovin’ the weather today!!
Way back when, in the days of my bambilance stories, I had a good 'un that had nothing to do with EMS.
Wife and I were shopping at a Wally*World in SE Virginia, and I ducked into the men’s room to drain the lizard. This little kid, I guessed to be a 2nd grader, walked up beside me at the other urinal and started whizzing, too.
He looked up at me and asked, “What’s your name?”
“Bob. What’s your’s?”
“Daryl. But I want to be called SNAKE KABOOLAH!”
VWife and I ran into him and his mom about 3 times after the conversation in the whizzatorium, and I would ask, “How’s it going, Snake?”. Mom would just shake her head…
I say your snake should be named Kaboolah, after the precocious rugrat.
